fandomhigh | Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

Class met in the Danger Shop, where Eliot had spent the entire night before attempting to learn to program. It may have involved phone calls to Hardison. And teasing him by pretending to not know what a "holodeck" was.

The result was the class meeting up on what looked like the roof of a 15 story building on a bright, cool day. The wind came from the south in short bursts, just hard enough to mess up your hair.

If you think that detail didn't have Eliot scowling and wishing he had a hair tie, think again.

Parker by comparison had her hair tucked up in a little leather beret. Some people knew how to prep.

“Okay! Welcome to Creative Problem Solving!” She beamed at the students. “I guess they usually make you introduce yourselves here, but that’s boring. So, what you have to do is, attach this safety line to your harness--” Both were held up in explanation. “Shout your name, then jump!” She paused. “Really, even if you mess it up, this place won’t let you die.”

So reassuring.

Eliot knew how to prep, dammit. He just really wasn't usually the one on the roof of the tower. Hell, he hadn't even let Parker get him into a harness in the last five years of working with her.

"You won't get injured, either," he said, arms folded over his chest as he tried to pretend his hair wasn't blowing into his face. "If you really, really can't handle jumping off a building --" you're in the wrong class "-- you can find some other way down. There's a window washing platform and stairs. The stairs are locked and the platform is two floors down." He smiled a little wolfishly. "So you'll have to get creative."

“You can work together! You can work alone! You can use your bodies!... not like that,” Parker added, making a vague gesture with her hands. Don’t ask. “Or tools. Or your brains. Or someone else’s tools or brains!” She grinned. “Anything counts as long as you wind up on the ground!” She paused and added thoughtfully, “And there might be evil security guards in the stairwell.”

Eliot frowned. "Parker, I didn't program any security guards." Evil or otherwise.

“Yeah, I know, how could you forget those?” Pfftt. “I put them in when I saw you forgot them.”

Eliot closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. He wasn't really looking forward to seeing what Parker thought 'evil security guards' should be like. "I'll stay up here to help out anyone who gets stuck." Or needs to be rescued from security guards. "Parker'll meet you downstairs with a treat." He was missing something. Oh, right: "I'm Eliot, by the way. That's Parker. We're teachers. Now get going."

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Yeah, that jump looked terrifying and Amy was prepared to at least try to avoid it.

"Does anyone know how to pick locks?"

If that failed, well, she'd just had to get harnessed up. It was worth a shot.

"If no one volunteers," Eliot told her. "I'll show you how to get it open."

His method involved less lock picking and more kicking. So lacking a little bit of subtlety, but it'd get the job done.

"And that doesn't defeat the purpose of your assignment?" Amy wondered, although she was totally ready to take him up on that.

"Nah. I'd only be showing you how to get the door open. You'd have fifteen floors to go from there."

Complete with "evil security guards", apparently.

"That's not ominous at all," Amy grumped.

It wouldn't be Fandom if it didn't scare you a little!

"I'll let you know if I need the help," she promised.

Vider raised her hand. "I'm open to barter."

"I'm interested," Amy said. "Barter for what?"

Vider shrugged. "I'm flexible. What are you willing to give me in exchange for picking the lock?"

Hmm. "I can offer you my unused harness?" Amy offered. "Or, uh." She looked down for anything she had on her that might work as a bargaining chip. "This hair tie? It's windy up here."

Vider's hair was already in a fairly intricate arrangement of a basket braid (although, flimsy as her hair was, it was already starting to slip out of it), but, "Deal. I can always use another hair tie."

"Great," Amy said, offering her the hair tie she'd been wearing on her wrist. "How do you know how to pick locks? And can I watch? It seems like a skill I'll probably need sooner or later."

"I used to be Lokiskin," Vider said, which would have been an explanation if Amy had been from New Asgard. It took her about ten seconds to pick the lock, so she doubted Amy had managed to pick anything up from it, but, "I could teach you, but I charge in pizza."

It wasn't terribly educational, no. But Amy was going to nod and pretend to have gleaned something from that.

"I can afford that rate," she said thoughtfully, holding the door open. "Can you make your demonstrations slower when I'm paying for it?"

"Of course," Vider agreed. "See you on the ground. Good luck with those security guards."

"Thanks," Amy said with a slightly worried smile. "Enjoy your jump."

"I will," Vider assured her, grinning and baring teeth. "See you on the other side!"

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